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The Platinum Doll exploded to life and charged with the spear grown in her palm. Gone was the boy in the leather skirt, replaced by the silver haired schoolgirl with face painted for death.
A swipe, a stab, turn and feint; every move lacked subtlety, focus. If ducking between jabs appeared easy on my part then it was for good reason.
My blades crossed, caught her blade and thrust upward, prying an opening for a kick to land center of his chest. The Platinum Doll went crashing into the dirt and rolled.
I couldn’t help but grin. “Is that the best you can do?”